Dad came home last Sunday, Carly moved into the caravan on Sunday night and it's been a week that feels like a month, for both me and the kids.
Monday I had to take Carly to the doctor. She had tonsillitis again, and had 3 days off sick. She went to school on Wednesday for a Food Technology exam but came home at lunch time. Alex has been the quietest he's ever been.
With Dad here, the kids haven't been themselves at all. It's been a real strain on all of us, Dad included because he sits around doing nothing all day, waiting for someone to come home. I'm home for lunch, but it's only for 45 minutes, and then I'm gone again. I don't suppose it's much different to what he was doing in Kirra, but he had his own car to come and go as he pleased. He went to the club nearly every day for a couple of beers. Here, he's just sitting around.
Dad hates the TV and has the sound muted all the time. He hates the fact that he's up at 5.30 and we like to sleep in. We've had a few clashes about what goes, and it hasn't been pleasant. Today, Alex got up about 10.30 and Carly was an hour later, and the usual criticism followed. I didn't get up till 9.30 but I told Dad last night that I planned on a sleep in and that was fine.
Tuesday he has an appointment in Wagga and I think he'll stay with Warren and Julie for 8-10 days, and then he'll come back here for a similar time. For now, that's all we can think to do because it's hard going. He's not the most pleasant man to live with and I've got plenty of unwanted childhood memories coming up that I'd thought I'd dealt with years ago. Obviously I hadn't. Obviously I could write a lot more about how I'm feeling but it's all too personal. For now, enough said.
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